This is the outdoor vent of the air conditioner that stops me from killing myself during February:

This is a very lonely chew toy:

Indy treasures his chew toys, Jazz destroys them. And when she’s done with hers, she moves on to his. She’ll usually chew off the face or a leg when Indy has annoyed her, but she refrains from destroying it completely. Apparently she’s not that heartless.

This is a bleeding heart:

They don’t really look pretty until you see them up close. I used to obsessed with their curling tendrils.